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From Jace's Perspective
Silas was gone.
Disappeared.
Vanished.
In the blink of an eye. She was here and then she wasn't.
Her scent is here and then it stops.
I felt my heart break, a tiny fracture that was the sign of a shatter that was sure to come later.
I couldn't process it.
Couldn't fathom it.
The fact that she was gone.
She was gone.
Silas was gone.
* * *
From Julian's Perspective
I watched Jace, the sound of his cries filling the silent night air.
I wanted to go to him; to comfort him; to tell him I knew where she was; to tell him I knew how to save her.
I took a step and Jace turned, his golden eyes glowing in the dark.
No, my wolf warned. I paused. He is not in control. He will not understand.
The message was clear.
Wait.
* * *
From Silas's Perspective
I awoke to the smell of burning flesh and the continuous, monotone sound of water dripping onto cement.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
I could not see. A bag was over my head, once again taking away one of my senses. This time, the victim was my sight.
I tried to lift my arms, desperate to remove the darkness.
I could not. I tried my legs, my shoulders, my neck, anything.
Nothing happened.
I was unable to move, paralyzed in my own body. Stuck in a cage of bone and skin.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
I was suffocated, unable to break free of the darkness, of the invisible hands holding my body in an embrace mimicking those given by long-lost lovers.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
I tried to scream, tried to do something so I knew I was awake. So I knew I was alive.
No sound came out.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
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